Alfreda and Cell's Further Wanderings

Wanderverse
Ravaged Planet Blot
Remains of the Blot Tower

The Repair Blots, flying Cyblot Seers built to repair the Blot Lords after battle, now without a leader to guide them simply wandered around the remains looking for things to fix, but found nothing but spare parts. One of them heard a groan beneath some wreckage and walked towards it, surprised finding the Blot's Shadow critically injured. The Spatter gestured his allies to come over and his hands morphed into tools. "What? G-get away from me you-gah!" Blot's Shadow screamed as the Repair Blots altered him. "Quit it, that's a tender area! Augh~! I'm not something to fix easily you stupid..." The Repair Blots flew off their job done, the last one tried to get away only for a claw much like Phantom Blot's clutched right into him. Blot's Shadow pulled himself out of the rubble with his other hand, Dark Magic Crystals for claws and a hole in his palm revealing the rest of his now altered form.

Blot's Shadow's lower half was that of a strongly built wirewolf with his right foot two toed wirewolf foot and the left a Slobber foot. His upper torso was half a ribcage with Blot Matter beneath it and a red collar around his neck, his lower half a red shell with seven blue cords connecting into the large Dark Magic Crystal embedded in his chest connecting his whole torso together.
He had large silver shoulder guards with a large spike in both of them, his right upper arm a magnetic pillar connected like the Blot Lord's enhancements while the rest of his arm was A blotling arm, his left upper arm made of Blot Matter asymmetrical to his right, his left forearm a deep blue, his hand a blood red with a hole in his palm to fire blasts while his fingers were also magnetically connected and his claws were Dark Magic Crystals.
His head and neck were now more like his father Phantom Blot as a dark plum purple as was all the Blot Matter in his body except for the jaw he lacked that was replaced by a adamantium jaw with a row of deadly teeth placed inside, a pair big eyebrows that were silver with a red tinge, his eyes rectangular, black like the void with two small light green pupils, and a green colored braincase with two Dark Magic Crystals in it melded together with a clump of black Blot Matter wrapped around them like a starfish.

"I am NOT A ROBLO~T!" Blot's Shadow crushed the Repair Blot in his grip then threw it to the ground before looking at a partially broken mirror allowing him to see himself. Blot's Shadow began to laugh evilly embracing his new form and power as his sanity finally snapped like a twig. As he laughed a storm brewed over the island with lightning striking, The Blot's Shadow was no more, he did not know what he would call himself, but he knew that Alfreda, his stooges, and now especially Dominator, would feel his wrath...

Until he shorted out leaving his mouth open and something else began to play. "Welcome, to the universal broadcast premiere of, The Flames of the Perfect." A lightning bolt struck him right in the mouth causing him to collapse still shorted out playing the Soap Opera.